244. 17/8/15 (#238)
Used to play on my heartstrings,
And clog up my throat,
With tales of fake truths,
And the firm-standing webs of no way out.
Used to confuse my brain,
And split it in two,
Because it was made brittle,
By the "right" and "wrong" etched before understood.
Until I found that with the same strings,
And the same voice,
I could find truth.